head with Russ and Laddie. Then all the other Bunkers stopped, too, and gathered around the fruit stan

tand next to him, had not seen the kitten crawl under his pile of fruit, nor had he seen Margy go after it. But whe

the man, who was an Italian. "V

uit now," said Mrs. Bunke

' girl!" exclai

t, banan', orange, apple! You wan

Margy!" crie

ker, who, as I have told you,

he stand," exp

get a kitten,

er," said the Italian. "Only

ed down to look

ner said. "All fruit on

lained Mr. Bunker. "She crawled under

n could be h

Mew!

caught the kittie," cried Mu

was mewing very loudly. Mr. Bunker reached in under the fruit stan

ound that was the only way he could reach her, it was seen that the littl

gy, as she sat down on the side

from the way Margy had mauled it. And the little Bunker girl was rather tousled

cried Mrs. Bunker. "Y

kittie!" said

Bunkers and their father and mother. Margy still sat on the

ay miss the boat. Get up, Margy. Rose, you help yo

e kittie?" asked

rs. And besides, we never could take it to Cou

al tears came into her eyes. "I got this kittie out of a

ittie must stay here. It belongs to the fruit stan

sell banan', orange, apple! You buy

was yours so you could say you had to keep it here to drive the mice

a smile. "All right, I keep the keeten

u see you'll have to leave the kitten her

it to Cousin T

down quickly, and hurry,

ckly offered her a big, yellow orange. Then Margy let go of the kitten, and t

want," he whisper

un Bun, seeing Margy beginning

like disappointing the stand-owner to go away without buyin

dirty from her crawl under the stand, the six little Bunkers once more started off. This time their father and mother watched each one of the boys and girls

ut to the end of the pier and get on the boat when it comes," said Mr. Bu

overed pier, and along this the children hurried with their father and mother. A w

ur boat?"

y miss it yet. But I do not think it is. There are

there were a number of other passengers, and soon a big white boat, with th

, a little later, they were all on b

Narrows, and so on down the bay. Off to the left, Daddy Bunker told the children, was Coney Isla

ike Coney Isl

ere will not be so many merry-go-rounds there or other things to ma

n's father," declared Laddie. "If we find a lo

ey Island?" asked Vi. "Did t

ow," her fa

anyhow?" went o

tion, either," said Mr. Bunker. "You'

e they meant," said Russ, "a

addy?" Vi wa

-day," laughed her father. "I'm sorry I ca

s whistled and thought of many things he would make when he reached Cousin Tom's. Laddie tried to think up a riddle about why the smoke

any fun, 'cause you don't know whe

Then the steamer slowly swung up to a big pier, the gangplank was run out, and the six little Bunkers, with

coaches, it was puffing down the track, along the edge of the water. Abo

tion called "Highlands,"

y-five million candles, and on a clear n

light some night?" asked Russ,

er. "But get ready now. We shal

y river, which flows into Sandy Hook Bay, and then,

view! All out

sin Tom's!" cried Ros

" agre

about digging for

who was waiting for them, hurried up, al

d to see you!"

nkers here?" Cousin Tom wa

Where is she now? Margy, come back!" she called, for she saw the little girl running toward the train. "Don't

ddenly she stooped over and caught up in h

a kittie cat, I can have a dog. He is a nice do

arms, a woman thrust her head out of one of